Lessons from tennis

 

                        Tennis and Life - lessons for both 

I haven't written since September 3rd. My mileage from then to Oct 11 is 42.5 miles, which puts me at mile marker 784.77 on the AT. I'm close to Matt's Creek Shelter in Virginia.. It seems like I have been in Virginia for a long time. I haven’t walked as much as I like to walk, (I seem to be writing that a lot) but this time it is because of tennis. I have been playing a lot of tennis. I play doubles, and have been working on my game for a couple of years now. Five years ago when I  started I thought I was pretty good, and I thought I knew a lot about tennis. I played in high school on the school team, as a lower ranked player but I had fun. I played with friends and family in high school, and sometimes hit with friends in college. I took tennis as a class while in college, expecting to be good at it and for the class to be easy but apparently I was still considered a beginner.  Once our first child was born we moved to Atlanta, and I tried to play league matches there. It was hard for several reasons, I didn’t know anyone else, I was shy and I had forgotten so much about how to swing the racket and such. We had some coaching, and I think I was starting to get better, when circumstances of life, small kids and busy schedules, made me have to stop. When these small kids were older I tried to get them interested in tennis, and we hit some but it wasn’t really an interest of theirs.

 I didn’t touch a racket again until I reached my middle 50’s. It was almost like starting over, actually it was just like starting over. I had to relearn how to serve, how to hit forehands and backhands. I had to get back into shape, tennis requires a lot of short fast running, up and down the court. Again, I didn’t know enough to know what I didn’t know. After playing now 5 or so years I am beginning to feel like I am ready to learn the lessons tennis has to offer. It takes time and practice to even understand what I need to learn, much less to actually learn and gain that skill. At first a beginner might feel overwhelmed with all there is to master, but after a bit the game seems easy. I have this, I can do anything. Then I play a match and realize, again, I have so much to learn. It isn’t just the skills of how to swing, how to choose placement of the ball and anticipate where it might go next. It is also the mental game. When I play I often count every mistake. Bad forehand, bad backhand, served into the net, didn’t run fast enough. These mistakes add up, and pretty soon I’m both miserable and playing worse and worse. What is interesting is when I watch others play. Watching my teammates and friends, also watching the professionals, everyone messes up. Everyone double faults, or losses their serve by hitting it into the net. Everyone misses a swing. The one’s that play better, they don’t focus on the mistakes. They start over with every ball. When I play I either focus on only the good shots, (how can I be losing with such good shots), or I focus on the awful ones only, (why am I even here I am so bad). This is part of the mental game. The best choice is to focus on right now, on the ball moving towards me, on the movement of my racket and my feet, on keeping my eye on the ball. Not the shot before, and not the shot after, just the moment I am in. Later I can try to improve the things I missed, and remind myself of the good plays, but in the game I just focus on the moment. 

The other day I was in a match, and just as I was about to serve I noticed someone watching me. I panicked. They were watching me and I didn’t concentrate on the ball. I double faulted. Then I had to remind myself, only focus on what is on the court. Only focus on the ball, the opponents, the net and so on. Caring what others think, and worrying about how I look will mess up my game completely. Second thing I learned from the same match, I sometimes forget I have a partner. There are two of us on the court. We are a team. I can’t say, I lost the match, or I won the match. Neither statement is true. We win or lose together. We are at team. Thinking this way matters more than it may seem. We were losing that day, and I started thinking about how bad I was playing. I kept saying, “I need to keep my eye on the ball, I need to move my feet.” Now, these things are true, and I do need to focus on them, but when I was repeating this over and over it was like I only thought about me. We both are playing together, working together and hopefully supporting each other. I muttered something about my playing, and my partner said to me, “I love to win, just like anyone else, but also I am having a good time outside hitting the ball.” I felt horrible. Here she was trying to have a good time, exercising in the sun and being social, and trying to win, and I was focusing only on my playing. I thanked her for reminding me that my real goal is to enjoy this game, and we played better. We didn’t win, but we put in a good effort, and had a great day.

All this tennis talk I think is applicable to anything in life. Focus on the moment, work with your team, encourage each other, and remember it is all supposed to be uplifting and fun. I believe this in tennis, and in hiking, and in writing, and in life. Have a great day!

Kudzu and the South

 

      covered bridge in the state park where I saw the spider. also pretty picture just to get attention :)

I live in the south, in the land of kudzu, sweet tea and camellia bushes. Kudzu is the poster child for invasive species gone wild. I remember a short story someone wrote in college involving a kudzu vine enveloping a house,  and slowly devouring the people inside. I’m pretty sure the author was trying to make some deeper point, but every time I see old houses or buildings covered in kudzu I think about that story. Once we had a garden on friends land, and the spot we planted was down in a bowl surrounded by this fast growing vine.  We planted carrots, purple hull peas, tomatoes, cucumbers and all the other regular garden foods. My friends who owned the land wanted to learn to garden, and I was happy to have a spot to work. There were days when I was alone, surrounded by such a threatening, looming plant. Once I took my hoe and whacked on a vine growing towards the garden, and I felt the entire kudzu forest shudder, and maybe it was a little bit of my imagination, but some of those vines seemed to grow closer to me every time I turned my back.  Kudzu can grow up to one foot in a single day, and I was pretty sure I could see those tendrils inching my way. I think I went home early that day. 

                                                                   Kudzu

Kudzu was imported here in the early 1900’s as an animal feed crop first, and as a way of fighting the erosion caused by poor farming practices during the depression. The starchy vine took off, doing especially well in clear cut areas. When I searched on my computer for information I found two headlines, one right after the other. The first was, ““Kudzu the invasive vine that ate the south” followed by, “the true story of Kudzu, the vine that never truly ate the south.”  According to the second article, Kudzu covers 227,000 acres of forest land, smaller than the size of the city of Atlanta. Chinese Privet covered more than 14 times the land than kudzu has swallowed. Still, no one has written horror stories about privet, not yet anyway. 

I think invasives are here to stay, and we have to learn how to manage them. Joro spiders in Georgia, privet and kudzu all over the south, they seem to be here to stay. But things change. A Japanese stink bug, a kudzu stink bug has also slipped into the United States, and it is feeding on the vines. I doubt it will destroy the plant, but it might slow the growth down. People are making baskets out of kudzu, some are eating it, and in Knoxville TN a beer is brewed from it. The Joro spider is a colorful large orb weaver, and it isn’t dangerous, although its webs are strong and hard to break. The real dangers of invasive species are the ones that destroy native plants, or compete with them for food. Invasive plants don’t provide food for native pollinators or birds. The invasive spotted Lantern fly is destroying trees, and Bradford Pears sometimes pollinate with actual fruit bearing pears and stop them from producing fruit. Ash borers destroy Ash trees, and so on. With all this, the kudzu destruction looks worse than it is, and the sights of the vine growing along roadsides, up trees and power poles, and devouring barns and homes and people, that is just part of Southern life.

I thought about all these invasive plants when I visited friends in GA last weekend. We walked along a dirt road and passed a pretty farm home on one side and a huge mass of kudzu on the other side of the road. I saw all those tendrils reaching to the edge of the road, as if they were looking over at the house, making their vine crawling plans. Later that day we saw several Joro spiders, and even though I dislike spiders they have pretty colorful bodies. 

                                                 very poor picture of a Joro spider

With all my walking this month I have covered 30.5 miles, and have reached mile 724 on the AT. I would be staying at Lamberts Meadow Shelter, still in Virginia. It has been so very hot this summer, especially these last couple of weeks, and the heat seems appropriate for Virginia hiking. Oh well, cooler weather is coming.

Public Lands

Very interesting book that sparked this blog, even though I've only read 1/3 of it so far.

 I am reading a book about John Muir and Gifford Pinchot, and their work to begin the creation of America’s Public Lands.  I am a firm believer in public lands. I understand the desire for private property, and how that can allow people to have control of their lives, and I believe in that as well. Just like parts of the country are used for farm land, or city infrastructure, roads and water reservoirs, we need places set aside for nature, for enjoyment, and for recreation. Not everyone can own large sections of land, not everyone can live in a place surrounded by wilderness, but all of us can own the National Parks, National Forests and other sections of public land. We are all land owners, even if we live in a high rise apartment in New York City or a small trailer on another persons land. We all can wander in the forests, climb the mountains, and explore places that are mostly untouched. I understand not everyone can drive to these places or have the mobility to explore, but even so the possibility is there. If all beautiful landscapes were privately owned, only the rich or the friends of those would be able to enjoy nature. Imagine wanting to go out and wander in the woods, but being unable to find a legal spot for you to explore. Imagine having to pay or trespass just to see tall trees and wild lands. People are healed by nature. Many studies have shown that nature is necessary for good mental health. Children grow well in wild spaces and need time to climb trees and wander dusty footpaths. We need to protect these trees and footpaths.  The thing about public lands is that they are owned by - the public. 

                              My dog enjoys my time reading outside

That is us, you and me. We are the owners of public lands. Not only do these public lands serve the people, they serve wildlife. Diversity of life is the key to our survival, as a species and as a planet. Ecology is a ladder, a pyramid of survival and life, and all of the steps or rungs of the ladder are important for the whole. We may not like insects, but birds do, and we like a sky full of song birds. We may not like buzzards, but we like the work they do cleaning up by eating bodies of dead animals. It is all necessary. Invasive species of plants and animals do harm, but natives are needed to keep the balance right. There is so much riding on keeping public lands healthy and balanced. Sometimes we need to correct the wrongs, when one species of introduced trout destroys native species, and other times we need to leave things alone. My next post will be about native and invasive species, right now I am just championing the idea of protecting natural spaces.

          My daughter's photo of an elk, my grandson said, "I saw a reindeer."

Recently my family met at a park on Lake Huron, and we enjoyed a long needed vacation. We fought bugs, we watched a snake eat a fish, we enjoyed swans swimming right beside our wild cabin. We walked along the shore every day, and also explored the local towns. We chatted by a campfire, and sipped coffee surrounded by trees. Public land enjoyed by the public.  Last week my daughter and her family hiked up and around Clingmans Dome, or Kuwohi, as it is now called.  They walked some on the AT, and again enjoyed a wonderful day. My grandson saw an Elk, and walked on what he called, a “secret path.” What a rich childhood, playing in woods and exploring wilderness. I spent an entire summer as a child in and around Yellowstone when my dad worked as a park ranger. I showed off Old Faithful to my grandparents as if I owned the geyser, saying, “Would you look at that!” 

                            Me on July 4th at Old Faithful, Yellowstone NP.

So, who owns the Appalachian Trail? I looked up on the National Park Service website and found this quote, “ Conceived in 1921, built by private citizens, and completed in 1937, today the trail is managed by the National Park Service, US Forest Service, Appalachian Trail Conservancy, numerous state agencies and thousands of volunteers.” This sounds like a Public Land Ownership that has worked, that has functioned as it should for the benefit of everyone. Hiking and backpacking is free, no fee is needed. We can spend a day on the trail, or spend a few nights, or take however long we want to hike the entire thing. The experiences we have on the trail, or any trails, are valuable beyond the ability to pay, seeing black bears, or elk or deer, or wild mountain vistas are free for anyone able and interested in making the treks. Wilderness is the ultimate richness of experiences, and the wilderness belongs to you and to me. We need to fight to keep it so.

On my virtual hike I am nearest Niday Shelter in VA. This is a typical wood plank shelter in a Forest Service Camp, maintained by the local trail club.Much of the AT is maintained by local clubs and hikers. I am at mile marker 694. 

Simple Things in Life - vacation time

                                                         Lake Huron 

Our family enjoyed a much needed vacation last week in Michigan. I had never vacationed in Michigan, and was looking forward to enjoying the cooler weather. Our cabin was north of Toronto Canada, on Lake Huron. Driving away from Alabama and the heat wave they were experiencing, we passed through flooding in Kentucky and storms in Ohio. The heat wave followed us and our weather was in the 80’s the entire week. The camp was beautiful, right on the lake. Two swans floated right out our window every day, tempting our dog to swim out and try to catch them. The bugs were in full force, but when the wind blew they stayed down.

 In my mind I had all these plans for various activities; bird watching, kayaking, exploring Mackinac Island, visiting a dark sky park, and so on. As it turned out the ferry to the island was extremely expensive, the sky was cloudy every evening and the sun sets very late anyway, the park didn’t have their kayaks out for rental this year, and the only birds I saw were the swans and a quick bald eagle flyby.  It was a wonderful vacation. My joy wasn’t dependent on those activities, but came from the company. I played with my grandsons, walked on the beach with my kids, explored the town with my husband, and laughed with the entire family. Watching my kids, son in law, grands, husband, and myself getting along, joking and chatting, this was what makes life good. 

My daughter was reading a book, Tom Lake, and the book talks about the play My Town. In the play the main character reflects on what is really important in life, and the answer is simply- life. The little things in life. The day to day joys, people and sunsets and blueberries and laughter. I don’t know if those were the specific things she picked in the play, but those would be my things. Sitting by a campfire and listening to a conversation about video games I didn’t understand, walking on the beach with a 4 year old who wanted to pick up every stick he saw, watching a snake carry a fish in his mouth while floating on the surf, watching the swans float and feed, these are the moments of life. The other day I was mowing my yard, and I drove the mower over to blueberry bushes to eat a few berries. When I did that I realized I was living my dream life. It really is that simple. 

In my hiking I would be sleeping at Laurel Creek Shelter near Newport or Blacksburg Virginia. I look at my map and am amazed at how much of the trail is left ahead of me. I wonder if through hikers ever feel the same way. I’m sure they do. I hope the people out hiking the trail remember to enjoy the small things, the day to day life of trail hiking, in the same way I am trying to enjoy and remember the small and day to day joys of life. 

July 10  22.78   675.78  Laurel Creek Shelter in VA 

Bird Park church

                                                            Seven Island Bird Park 

The longest walk I did in this section of time was a 4 mile hike in the 7 islands birding park near Knoxville. This is one of my favorite places, mostly because it’s easy to get to, as well as seeming wild and remote. Visitors park in a gravel parking area after driving along narrow winding country roads. First we walk past landscape and feeders designed to attract the songbirds. Even with bird feeders, the idea is that nature, native bushes and plants make better feeders as well as provide protection for the birds.  We can walk through a barn decorated with photos of the birds we are likely to see. After the barn there is a tiny play area for children. Once we pass that area we have choices. One steep trail climbs the ridge to the right. An ADA paved trail goes straight ahead, and another very steep trail crosses a mostly unused road to wind through the trees. I have walked most of these trails, and enjoyed every one. Going straight on the paved path seems to be the most popular. It is flat but passes by expansive fields where deer graze and many birds and butterflies find shelter and food. The trail leads to the French Broad River and a bridge crosses the river. On the bridge we can see the seven islands of the park, small sections of land in the middle of the river. The views are excellent. 

This last visit I chose to walk to the right, uphill to the top of the ridge overlooking the entire park. Some sections are fairly steep, I had tried to push a stroller up it once before and had to give up. This time I was alone. My family was in church, and I was out walking in my church.  My spirit soared, my heart was full, and I walked, listening to bird song and breezes rustling in the wildflowers and grasses. I followed the trail along the ridge, and back down through woods to the meadow below. I didn’t cross the bridge, but followed a grassy path beside the river, listening to red wing blackbirds, and even the bob white pair calling across the grasses. I had not heard bob whites since my childhood, and it made me very happy to hear them again. This was a bird that used to be very common, but almost disappeared with the loss of his habitat. They are making a come back. Maybe one day I will have the experience from my childhood, of walking past a bush and hearing the almost gunshot sounds of the birds flying away.  Walking along the river was very nice, and I saw two people kayaking, just floating along with the current. It was one of those perfect, almost hot but not oppressive days. I finished my walk in time to meet my family at a restaurant.

 

When I walk outside, my thoughts go everywhere. Sometimes I try to control them, but mostly I let them go. Probably I need to think along these lines, and work out whatever things are bothering me. Once that is done, I tend to begin planning and dreaming of new ideas, crafts or writing projects that interest me. My optimism is strongest when I am out walking. Often I compose entire novels, plan future art lessons and future travels. These dreams may not come true, but I certainly feel better, positive and inspired after these flights of fantasy. I love watching birds, but I don’t have to identify them or keep lists, I just like to see and hear them. I passed a guy out birdwatching, and we started talking. He told me  I need to invest in good binoculars, and I agreed. Maybe one day. Right now I just like knowing the variety of birds that are around. I use an app on my phone to identify the songs of the birds. When I get home I chose one or two of them to practice drawing, and to learn more about. 

There was a time in my life where I spent every single Sunday morning and evening in church, closed off from nature. I wanted to “worship the Creator, not the Creation.” I think I wrote a couple of blogs on that very idea. Now, I would rather be outside, feeling the fresh air and moving in and among “the Creation.” I don’t know if I worship anything anymore. I feel awe for the beauty and diversity of nature, and I feel a desire to protect and to understand that nature. If there is a god that created this nature, then I am very thankful. I can’t imagine a god that designed butterfly wings and ecosystems getting upset that I chose to find joy in that creation instead of joy in singing praises and hoping loved ones are in his good graces. I can’t balance the complexity of nature with the judgement of a loving, or a wrathful god. But I do understand that humans have tried to wipe out entire species of critters, animal and plant, and that we have a lot to do to undo that damage. I do understand that we are not the only species on earth that can communicate, love, and care for others, and that we depend on the interwoven complexity of this life. 

I have walked 653 miles total, and I’m still in VA.  I’m happy to have passed the 600 mile mark, and my goal for the rest of this year is to pick up the pace and try to reach the end by the end of this year. We will see.

Not a goblin, love nature and murder on the AT

 

I watch a youtube series by a guy reading The Lord of the Rings for the first time, and who has now moved to The Hobbit. He is interesting and thoughtful. He reminds me why I love those books and why I love reading in general. His channel is called First Timers. Today he talked about a line in The Hobbit, a children’s book, explaining the difference between goblins and orcs and other creatures. The book says, “ They make no beautiful things, but they make many clever ones.”

I like this. The goblins have tools and the ability to make things. They are not mindless monsters. They can make tunnels to find gold, they can make weapons and traps.  But they make no art, no music, no funny stories. They are missing a core ingredient that determines humankind as apart from “other.”  We are creators. We create, whether it is in painting, writing, cooking, gardening, making up stories and songs for children, thinking of better ways to explain some school lesson, and on and on. We are willing to strive and work to create something just for the joy of creating, for the beauty of the thing. We are able to walk in nature, and stop to enjoy a birdsong. We are able to become lost in the beauty of the shadows flickering through the leaves of a tree. We contemplate a sunrise, or the peaceful scene of a hayfield. We have children, and we help them to discover this aspect of humanity, or, as is often the case, the children remind us and help us to remember this aspect of humanity. Goblins cannot do this. We need to remember we are not the goblins, we are the humans. We will survive because we love, we sacrifice, and we create. Artificial Intelligence is a goblin. It can create, but only as a clever thing, stealing and copying from the humans as it was designed to do. AI cannot enjoy the creation, cannot reflect on sunrises or sunsets, and cannot truly create a new thing. It creates on the backs of real artists and writers. It is a goblin, and we are humans. AI is clever, but we are the ones who make beautiful things. 

I have been facing some kind of existential dread over AI, as well as over so much of what is going on in the world right now. After watching the First Timers video I began thinking about creation and beauty, and I feel better. It rained today, and I stood on my porch watching the water as it splashed on the driveway, and as it dripped on the flowers and leaves. I can see and enjoy the loveliness of the world I live in. I picked a pepper from the garden for my salad. The vegetable was wet from the rain, and when I cut and tasted it, the flavor was sharp and fresh. I listened to music today, and read a book. I am a human. I can enjoy beauty, and to a degree I can create beauty. I talked to my grandkids over the computer today. They laughed and smiled and were mischievous. They are humans. We will not be replaced. We can see and create beauty, we find purposes to life that cannot be understood or copied by machines, or by goblins. 

I have walked some since the last post. When I walk I think about these kind of things, and so for me walking is a kind of meditation, a chance to think and cheer up and maybe even have hope. Walking is a kind of therapy, and who doesn’t need therapy in this climate. While bombs are falling, people are being mistreated in so many ways, and AI is threatening to take our jobs, destroy the environment, and ruin education, I begin to fear the goblins. These goblins may come in authoritarian costumes, or in computers that are wiling to think for you. Either way, we need to remember, we are not goblins We are the humans. We create. We see beauty We love our children and families. We need to love our neighbors, even those that look different than us. We need to pursue peace and goodness, and to create beauty. Do not be a goblin!

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I am between Wapiti shelter and Doc’s Knob shelter in VA. Wapiti shelter is the site of a double murder on the AT. A local man shot two hikers, a woman and a man, and fled with their truck and some money. He was found in SC, and sentenced to 15 years for both murders. Once released he settled down for a time, then ended up shooting 2 men, also on the AT. These men survived, and the killer was injured fleeing from the police.  He died from the injuries. . According to what I have read a couple of people die every year on the AT, mostly from hypothermia or weather incidents. There have been a few murders, but not many considering the numbers of people who are out hiking on the trails every day. I’m sad to think of the victims, out enjoying nature and trusting their fellow outdoorsmen, only to have their lives ended in such a way. 

what you see when you don't see screens

 

I put my phone away today. I decided I was using the mobile device too often for too many things, and so I put it in time out. I sat with my baby grandson outside on the front porch, and simply held him and watched the world. He looked so cute, I wanted to take a picture, but the phone is my camera. I saw some interesting bird activity and thought about texting my dad, but my phone is my only way to text. The baby fell asleep, and I wanted to scan the news and my social media, but the phone was inside, in time out, and I was outside, without my artificial entertainment. I looked out into the yards of my neighbors. Across the street is a house that has a pet pig in the back yard. I assume he is a pet, and not pre bacon, because he is smaller, and has been there over a year. Then I noticed something interesting behind the pig pen. Crows were diving onto the ground, flying up and diving again. This section of grass is the land between the neighbor’s house and a church, up on a hill. As I watched a small furry shape flew towards the crows, and they lifted up and flew to the neighbor’s fence. The shape flew around the yard and returned to sit out of my sight by the fence. What kind of creature was chasing big black crows around?  Two of the crows returned to the grass, and the fuzzy shape flew out at them again, running wide circles, sweeping the birds until they flew into a tree. I strained my eyes, and saw the fuzzy shape was a rabbit. The crows returned, two and three at a time, and no matter how many, the rabbit chased them up and away. Then I noticed a tiny shape, and realized the rabbit was protecting a kit. At one point a crow landed on the fence with something in his mouth, but when the rabbit charged the fence the bird flew up, dropped the tiny thing, and flew away. I watched entranced while the baby fell asleep in my arms. My heart ached for the fierce rabbit, beset by every side, outnumbered, she continued to chase, flying across the yard as bird after bird harassed her. At one point I realized the birds seemed to be feeding on something, but the rabbit would chase them off, over and over.  Eventually I took the baby inside, and laid him down. I fixed my breakfast and returned to watch. The birds were gone, and the rabbit as well. I just hope she had more kits, I hoped she was in her burrow snuggled up with them.  Nature is brutal. The birds have to eat. The birds have to feed young. The rabbit needs to eat, and feed her young. If we interfere we are choosing who survives and who doesn’t. Do we have the wisdom to do that? 

All this entertainment and thoughts in my head, because I put my phone down. Yesterday I had noticed that whenever I had the phone out, my grand baby, all he wanted was the phone. Once he got ahold of hit his eyes lit up, and he joyfully tried to put it in his mouth. When I took it away he cried. When I hid it, he cried. This was the reason I put the phone in time out. Later but still morning, baby and I sat in the backyard. Birds flew overhead. Two mocking birds landed nearby, sang and flew off. A male cardinal flew right over my head, the sunlight shining through his spread wings.  His mate followed. In the brambles beside the fence I noticed movement. Mostly I saw the leaves move, then grass move. Over time I was able to see a tiny brown bird head bopping up and down, mostly concealed, as the small bird worked through the grass.  While watching an adult brown thrasher flew over, landed nearby and kept watch. The mockingbird flew into the brambles and two white butterflies scattered, landing on clover. Then everyone was gone. Just like that. A hawk soared overhead, lazily circled and moved on. Sitting outside has been the best entertainment I could ever have. Baby wants to stand up, and he sets his feet on me, legs, tummy, whatever he finds. He struggles to stand, and I hold him as he wobbly surveys his new domain.  Baby birds, baby rabbits, baby humans, they all strive to grow, eat greedily, and learn by play.  I am pretty sure my morning entertainment would not be as full if my daughter’s yard was one of those perfect groomed lawns. Without brambles where would be baby birds hide? Without berries what would they eat? Without taller grass, and deep variety of plants growing in the yard, so much of the wildlife would be gone. My three year old grandson loves to eat wild garlic. We munch on dandelion leaves and flowers. So do the rabbits. Earthworms are easily discovered when rocks are moved, and what joy these little creatures bring to the kids. Lightning bugs will flourish because their grubs can grow in taller grass and sedges. Pollinators are happy here, and so are the many birds. Sometimes perfection isn’t what it seems. 

Without my phone I can’t double check the news every half hour. I relax, and I just help the baby discover his world, and watch the creatures nearby discover theirs. 

Last week baby and I drove to a local park and walked the pathways, getting slightly lost and having a great time. My biggest struggle with walking right now is having to pack a stroller, bottles, diapers, water and so on, because I am tired of walking in the neighborhood. The other problem is keeping him out of too much direct sunshine.  

For the AT I am still in Virginia, and will be for quite a while. I would be near the town of Bland VA, which I always thought was a funny name. I haven’t hiked there, but one Youtube channel had the title, Bland VA the most boring part of the AT. I guess the name is well chosen.